Last month, we spent a long weekend in Aldeburgh in Suffolk. It was a kind of joint celebration of my dear Mum’s birthday and also mine and Barnsey’s 7th wedding anniversary (SEVEN YEARS!)
Aldeburgh is dear to my heart but I hadn’t quite realised how so until this visit. It turns out that our previous visits there have marked significant moments in life. It was only as I watched my tiny two flying past the sturdy facade of the Wentworth hotel on their scooters that I remembered.
I remembered an Easter spent there in the depths of turmoil at a crossroads in that boring old “we can’t make any babies” path. I remembered buying a pair of suede boots in the FatFace sale and having a 5 minute reprive from sadness (shallow? You’ve clearly never purchased the best pair of boots ever with 50% off). I remembered beautifully wrapped Easter eggs being left for us on our breakfast table of the hotel and I remembered the cool North Sea breeze restoring my weariness.
Then I remembered another trip to Aldeburgh when I was heavily pregnant. It was over the festive period and I remembered us being happily fast asleep in bed at 9.30pm and only waking to catch a glipse from our window of the fireworks at the seafront. I remember road testing a pair of deliciously cosy socks I’d received for Christmas and an evening spent with Barnsey rubbing my weary, swollen feet in them as we laughed about how crazy we’d become. I remember us bubbling over with the blissful, nervous excitement of soon to be parents.
So, here we were again with these two human dynamos ready to show the town who’s boss. Despite some rain and blustery storm clouds, we spent a weekend of playing with the pebbles on the beach, eating birthday cake, me saying “oh look at the sky, it’s SO beautiful” (everyone looking at me as if I’d lost the plot), racing along the beach path, eating fish, fish and more fish, seeing some much missed friends who live nearby, drinking Adnams ale and reading books with Goggy (I have no idea why they call their Granny that, but they do).
We stayed in a lovely holiday home called Charlotte’s Cottage. You can find the details here: Charlotte’s Cottage.
If you’re visiting Aldeburgh don’t miss:
- The fish sheds on the beach for super fresh seafood.
- Fish and chips from (reportedly) one of the best fish and chip shops in the country.
- A pint (or three) or Adnams ale.
- Looking at the pretty seafront houses.
- Walk up and see the awesome lifeboat in it’s home on the beach.
- Eat ice cream from the St Ives parlour on the High Street.
- Visit the Regatta Restaurant for simply brilliant food, with some fantastic wines.
- A visit to beautiful nearby Southwold, including the Pier and the amazing Adnams brewery.
Where’s your favourite English seaside spot? And is it odd that I now want to paint our house yellow?
PS. This photo made me howl with laughter, when toddlers refuse to perform.